You’ve just arrived in a swampy, dim town. As you look around, your gaze is met with shacks and cabins. It smells of rotted wood and wet moss. You duck and step into a tattered tent, illuminated by a series of candles suspended in the air. At the back of the tent, an old hag raises her head, “What brings you to this dingy town? she begins, then pauses to study your face—”Ah, it’s you. I’ve been expecting you. Sit,” she gestures at a cushion, “Tell me your story.”
((How do you respond?))
While making their way through the ruined-looking buildings, Ditzi appeared unimpressed with its condition. Distaste ran through them that this had to be their only option of stay for the night, let alone locating where anything should be with the lack of signs pointing direction. Due to this, they opted to choose the lottery system of picking at random to see if they could find someone holding information that could pay them well. As soon as they were greeted by the woman, a smirk grew across their face. " Tell you my story? " The halfling scoffed, before holding up the lute that had already been dispositioned in their hand. A mischievous glint was in their eye. " A request like that will cost you, miss. I only tell tales through song. "
Truthfully, Ditzi doesn't have a nice upbringing. Reluctance to share nearly anything about themselves was always a noteable trait about them. They grew up in a run-down town where crime was prevalant in every corner, only remaining alive as an infant due to a kindly elderly couple taking them in with their parents were unknown and likely having abandoned them. Unfortunately, tragedy struck not too long into their childhood, and wanted convict took the lives of Ditzi's only family that had ever looked after them, as well as their home. They were the only remaining survivor, as they were not present during the attack nor the fire. Now, they journey the world with with malice, unwilling to relive these memories but pathing a future ahead of them in spite of them, to continue living for those they loved dearly and lost too soon to an uncaring world.

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